Eva very nearly flipped him off when he told her to stop talking. Yes, she'd been rambling, but she had to make him see that she wasn't just rebounding from Fletcher. Things with him had ended last summer when she'd left. She'd had months to sort herself out before things had started with Beau and frankly up until he'd actually come home with her, she'd upheld her side of the deal. She hadn't fallen for him until afterwards- and hard. It was what made the unexpected upheaval with Fletch that much more confusing and emotional.

The next thing she knew though- and she almost swung at him as a reflex when he came at her so fast, she was pulled nearly off the ground, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck to steady herself. The kiss left her reeling. She could feel the desperation, the desire behind it and it left her off kilter, dizzy even.

Beau was full of surprises tonight, none of his reactions had been what she'd been expecting, but a little oh of surprise formed on her lips when he admitted he loved her. Eva was slow to reach that point and she was almost there, truly, she was falling for him, but had yet to fall completely off the edge. One more step and she'd be there, tumbling easily. The problem was she'd just admitted to him that she'd been nothing but honest with him and she didn't want to break that now. Was it really lying if she was almost there?

Unsure of what to really say and to give herself more time, instead Eva pushed up to her tiptoes again, pressing her lips to his slowly, pouring herself into a kiss that she hoped conveyed what she felt, even if she couldn't quite say it just yet.